Just a couple of days of time that truly is his.

ᓚᘏᗢ: Ah, the classic minor spelling mistake— In my defense, it's just about 7am and I've yet to sleep...

Freedom is his, once more.

ᓚᘏᗢ: I do want to get in to trouble, but I do also have to get back to work soon enough. Two hours 'til I can head home.

A moment of reprieve. A moment of freedom and to do as he pleases.

ᓚᘏᗢ: I would love to be less exhausted. And yet—

ᓚᘏᗢ: Guild Wars 2 might have consumed me for a few days. Well. That and work—

ᓚᘏᗢ: Ugh wooooork D:

"The hell you mean we're making a harem…?"

A W H A T?

Oop— Trouble…?

Sleepy-ish Snepcromancer—

ᓚᘏᗢ: A bit beat, but after tonight's shift, there's a three day weekend for me and I'll be able to poke my head in here for a bit ♡♡

The weekend, and thus he, has returned!

ᓚᘏᗢ: There will be more Rell come this weekend♡

ᓚᘏᗢ: Scratch that. Called off. Sick is getting to me.

ᓚᘏᗢ: Got a bit of a struggle to make it through today. Gonna have to hold off on replies until after work.

A l I V E

ᓚᘏᗢ: Sadly, it work time.

Oop— He was hoping that one would take the bait♡

Late night trouble really ought not to be this hard to find—

Oop— He may be late to the party today, but he is just in time to see that big dog again. Small victories.

ᓚᘏᗢ: If I could shake this cold for just a single fucking day—

Just another #SeductiveSunday

ᓚᘏᗢ: I cannot wait to be rid of this cough—

And now, rested and recovering: He bakes. He toils. He slaves away in that bakery of his making who-knows-what for those who dare to venture in to his shop!

ᓚᘏᗢ: Finally. F r e e d o m !

ᓚᘏᗢ: One hell-shift today and then I'm free through the weekend. Lovely.

And those minutes have passed. The shackles of labor no longer bind this cat for the night.

He is mere minutes from freedom—

"Can't tell me people really gave you shit for that and expect me to believe it… 'Least, not as long as you're not trying to blow it down their throats, right?" That cat's got an eyebrow hiked up to the sky.

And he lives!

Well, if nothing else, just about anyone looking for this Cat'll be able to find him easily! He's nearly always busy, toiling away in that bakery of his, concocting some new treat or another!

ᓚᘏᗢ: Hot damn, only took a day to lose my voice. Gonna be a fun week.

ᓚᘏᗢ: And I have begun the slow decline in to being sick again. ... Fuuuuck—

ᓚᘏᗢ: They let me out a little early tonight! \o/

ᓚᘏᗢ: Fuuuck it's gonna be a long night at work. 4 more hours to go—

Slowly… Slowly winding down…

The doe fucking gets it. That softness implied by a filled out bra, or pants just a hair too small—

ᓚᘏᗢ: Ah, insomnia, you violent bitch. Sleep was supposed to be reasonable, and yet, you're here. And I'll be here too, for at least a few more hours.

You know… Isn't he supposed to be the one playing coy? …cause it sounds like she's really, really trying to earn herself the kind of night— sorry, nights, where it won't be a matter of anything but how long it takes to get her engine purring the right way again~♡.

Hear him out: New goal. Give him a few days— DoeWife.

Oh, he certainly isn't old… Just turning thirty in a few days. But, then, he is rather focused on making her feel nice and young again. And plans to make sure that she never forgets how he make her feel, considering what they both seem to be planning for…~. Would one crib be enough~?

He's gone by many names! From ages long past. Time immemoria— Naaaah. He's not /old/ old yet. But he is /teeeeeeechnically/ a lich. Teeeeechnically—

She says that like he hasn't died for less and in worse ways! If anything, it would be an honorable passing for him to put in his journals.

She best be aware that he's gonna shove those tits in his mouth. Like. The whole tiddy. Maybe even both if he can fit them— (he can't, but he'll try.)

A stolen doe kiss is worth a knot in her… 'business', isn't it~?

Ah. Speak of that dog—

Hmn... The real question is where a Cat like Rellian should divert his attention— Running the bakery /is/ a full-time job… But that between the dog and the doe… H m n. . .